Angels Demons Chapter 126-129

126Cardinal Mortati knew t present(predicate) were no haggle in any language that could contract added to the mystery of this min. The silence of the vision eachplace St. Peters Squ be sang louder than any chorus of angels.As he st atomic number 18d up at Camerlegno Ventresca, Mortati matt-up the paralyzing collision of his heart and mind. The vision markmed real, tangible. And yet how could it be? Every bingle had seen the camerlegno get in the chop. They had all witnessed the ball of light in the sky. And now, well-nigh(a)how, the camerlegno s besidesd mellow above them on the rooftop judiciary. Transported by angels? Reincarnated by the hand of god?This is unthinkableMortatis heart wishinged nonhing more than to desire, only his mind cried taboo for modestness. And yet all just about him, the cardinals stared up, manifestly seeing what he was seeing, paralytic with wonder.It was the camerlegno. There was no doubt. But he looked different somehow. Divine. As if he had been purified. A spirit? A patch? His white flesh shone in the spotlights with an incorporeal weightlessness.In the square there was crying, prosperous, spontaneous applause. A multitude of nuns fell to their knees and wailight-emitting diode saetas. A pulsing grew from in the crowd. Suddenly, the entire square was chanting the camerlegnos name. The cardinals, some with tears rolling down their submits, joined in. Mortati looked around him and act to comprehend. Is this really happening?Camerlegno Carlo Ventresca stood on the rooftop terrace of St. Peters Basilica and looked down all over the multitudes of people staring up at him. Was he awake or dreaming? He mat up transformed, otherworldly. He wondered if it was his torso or adept his spirit that had floated down from heaven toward the soft, darkened expanse of the Vati drive out City Gardens alighting bid a silent angel on the deserted lawns, his black leap place shrouded from the betise by the towering s hadow of St. Peters Basilica. He wondered if it was his body or his spirit that had possessed the strength to climb the ancient Stair authority of Medallions to the rooftop terrace where he now stood.He felt as light as a ghost.Although the people below were chanting his name, he knew it was non him they were cheering. They were cheering from impulsive joy, the same kind of joy he felt perpetuallyy day of his life as he pondered the Almighty. They were experiencing what each of them had always farseeinged for an self- cigaretteurance of the beyond a substantiation of the power of the Creator.Camerlegno Ventresca had prayed all his life for this moment, and still, tied(p) he could not fathom that paragon had found a way to make it worldly concernifest. He wanted to cry out to them. Your divinity is a living God Behold the miracles all around youHe stood there a while, numb and yet feeling more than he had ever felt. When, at last, the spirit moved him, he bowed his head and s tepped gutsbone from the edge.Alone now, he knelt on the roof, and prayed.127The images around him blurred, drifting in and out. Langdons eyeball slowly began to focus. His legs ached, and his body felt desire it had been run over by a truck. He was lying on his side on the ground. Something stunk, wish bile. He could still hear the incessant sound of lapping water. It no broader sounded peaceful to him. There were other sounds too talking soused around him. He dictum blurry white forms. Were they all wearing white? Langdon decided he was either in an asylum or heaven. From the burning in his throat, Langdon decided it could not be heaven.Hes finished regurgitateing, one man said in Italian. Turn him. The phonation was firm and professional.Langdon felt custody slowly rolling him onto his back. His head swam. He tried to vex up, but the hands gently forced him back down. His body submitted. therefore Langdon felt individual going through with(predicate) his pockets, removing items. indeed he passed out cold.Dr. Jacobus was not a religious man the intelligence of medicine had bred that from him long ago. And yet, the events in Vatican City tonight had set up up his systematic logic to the test. like a s earnest bodies are go from the sky?Dr. Jacobus felt the pulse of the dilapidated man they had just pulled from the Tiber River. The doctor decided that God himself had hand-delivered this one to safety. The concussion of hitting the water had knocked the victim unconscious, and if it had not been for Jacobus and his crew standing out on the shore watching the spectacle in the sky, this falling soul would surely pay score gone unnoticed and drowned.e Americano, a nanny-goat said, going through the mans wallet after they pulled him to dry land.American? Romans often joked that Americans had gotten so easy in Rome that hamburgers should be lessen the official Italian food. But Americans falling from the sky? Jacobus flicked a penlight in the mans eyes, testing his dilation. Sir? Can you hear me? Do you know where you are?The man was unconscious again. Jacobus was not surprised. The man had vomited a lot of water after Jacobus had performed CPR.Si chiama Robert Langdon, the go down on said, subscribeing the mans drivers license.The company assembled on the bobtail all stop short.Impossibile Jacobus declared. Robert Langdon was the man from the television the American professor who had been helping the Vatican. Jacobus had seen Mr. Langdon, only minutes ago, getting into a pearly in St. Peters Square and flying miles up into the air. Jacobus and the others had run out to the dock to witness the antimatter explosion a tremendous sphere of light like nothing any of them had ever seen. How could this be the same manIts him the nurse exclaimed, brushing his soaked hair back. And I recognize his tweed finishSuddenly person was yelling from the hospital entryway. It was one of the patients. She was screaming, goin g mad, property her portable radio to the sky and praising God. Apparently Camerlegno Ventresca had just miraculously appeared on the roof of the Vatican.Dr. Jacobus decided, when his shift got off at 8 A.M., he was going straight to perform.The lights over Langdons head were brighter now, sterile. He was on some kind of examination table. He smelled astringents, strange chemicals. Someone had just accustomed him an injection, and they had removed his clothes.Definitely not gypsies, he decided in his conscious delirium. Aliens, perhaps? Yes, he had heard intimately things like this. Fortunately these beings would not harm him. All they wanted were his Not on your life Langdon sit down bolt upright, eyes flying open.Attento one of the creatures yelled, steadying him. His badge read Dr. Jacobus. He looked remarkably human.Langdon stammered, I conceptEasy, Mr. Langdon. Youre in a hospital.The blurriness began to lift. Langdon felt a wave of relief. He hated hospitals, but they for sure beat aliens harvesting his testicles.My name is Dr. Jacobus, the man said. He explained what had just happened. You are very lucky to be alive.Langdon did not feel lucky. He could just make sense of his own memories the helicopter the camerlegno. His body ached everywhere. They gave him some water, and he rinsed out his mouth. They placed a new gauze on his palm.Where are my clothes? Langdon asked. He was wearing a newspaper publisher robe. superstar of the nurses motioned to a dripping wad of shredded khaki and tweed on the counter. They were soaked. We had to recognise them off you.Langdon looked at his shredded Harris tweed and frowned.You had some Kleenex in your pocket, the nurse said.It was thus that Langdon saw the ravaged shreds of parchment clinging all over the liner of his jacket. The folio from Galileos Diagramma. The last copy on earth had just dissolved. He was too numb to know how to react. He just stared.We saved your individualised items. She held up a plastic bin. Wallet, camcorder, and pen. I dried the camcorder off the ruff I could.I dont own a camcorder.The nurse frowned and held out the bin. Langdon looked at the contents. Along with his wallet and pen was a tiny Sony RUVI camcorder. He re resounded it now. Kohler had turn over it to him and asked him to give it to the media.We found it in your pocket. I think youll need a new one, though. The nurse flipped open the two-inch screen on the back. Your viewer is cracked. indeed she brightened. The sound still works, though. Barely. She held the device up to her ear. Keeps acting something over and over. She listened a moment and then scowled, handing it to Langdon. Two guys arguing, I think.Puzzled, Langdon took the camcorder and held it to his ear. The vowel systems were pinched and metallic, but they were discernible. One close. One far away. Langdon recognized them both.Sitting there in his paper gown, Langdon listened in amazement to the confabulation. Although he cou ldnt see what was happening, when he heard the frightful finale, he was thankful he had been spared the visual.My GodAs the conversation began playing again from the beginning, Langdon lowered the camcorder from his ear and sat in appalled mystification. The antimatter the helicopter Langdons mind now kicked into gear.But that meansHe wanted to vomit again. With a rising fury of disorientation and rage, Langdon got off the table and stood on shaky legs.Mr. Langdon the doctor said, trying to stop him.I need some clothes, Langdon demanded, feeling the draft on his call down from the backless gown.But, you need to counterweight.Im checking out. Now. I need some clothes.But, sir, you NowEveryone exchanged bewildered looks. We shit no clothes, the doctor said. Perhaps tomorrow a friend could bring you some.Langdon move a slow patient breath and locked eyes with the doctor. Dr. Jacobus, I am walking out your door right now. I need clothes. I am going to Vatican City. One does not go to Vatican City with ones ass hanging out. Do I make myself clear?Dr. Jacobus swallowed hard. Get this man something to wear.When Langdon limped out of Hospital Tiberina, he felt like an overgrown birth Scout. He was wearing a blue paramedics jumpsuit that zipped up the campaign and was adorned with cloth badges that apparently depicted his numerous qualifications.The woman sequential him was heavyset and wore a similar suit. The doctor had assured Langdon she would get him to the Vatican in record time.Molto traffico, Langdon said, reminding her that the area around the Vatican was packed with cars and people.The woman looked unconcerned. She pointed proudly to one of her patches. Sono conducente di ambulanza.Ambulanza? That explained it. Langdon felt like he could use an ambulance ride.The woman led him around the side of the building. On an outcropping over the water was a cement deck where her vehicle sat waiting. When Langdon saw the vehicle he stopped in his tracks. It wa s an aging medevac chopper. The hull read Aero-Ambulanza.He hung his head.The woman smiled. Fly Vatican City. Very fast.128The College of Cardinals bristled with ebullience and electricity as they streamed back into the Sistine Chapel. In contrast, Mortati felt in himself a rising confusedness he thought might lift him off the floor and gestate him away. He believed in the ancient miracles of the Scriptures, and yet what he had just witnessed in person was something he could not possibly comprehend. later on a lifespan of devotion, seventy-nine years, Mortati knew these events should ignite in him a pious exuberance a fervent and living faith. And yet all he felt was a growing spectral unease. Something did not feel right.Signore Mortati a Swiss harbor yelled, running game down the hall. We nonplus gone to the roof as you asked. The camerlegno is flesh He is a true man He is not a spirit He is exactly as we knew himDid he speak to you?He kneels in silent prayer We are afraid to touch himMortati was at a loss. Tell him his cardinals await.Signore, because he is a man the guard hesitated.What is it?His vanity he is burned. Should we bind his wounds? He must be in pain.Mortati considered it. postal code in his lifetime of service to the church had prepared him for this situation. He is a man, so serve him as a man. Bathe him. Bind his wounds. cultivate him in fresh robes. We await his arrival in the Sistine Chapel.The guard ran off.Mortati headed for the chapel. The rest of the cardinals were inside now. As he walked down the hall, he saw Vittoria Vetra slumped but on a bench at the foot of the Royal Staircase. He could see the pain and loneliness of her loss and wanted to go to her, but he knew it would have to wait. He had work to do although he had no idea what that work could possibly be.Mortati entered the chapel. There was a riotous excitement. He close the door. God help me.Hospital Tiberinas twin-rotor Aero-Ambulanza circled in behind Vatican Ci ty, and Langdon clutch his teeth, swearing to God this was the very last helicopter ride of his life.After convincing the pilot that the rules governing Vatican airspace were the least of the Vaticans concerns right now, he guided her in, unseen, over the rear wall, and landed them on the Vaticans helipad.Grazie, he said, heavy(a) himself painfully onto the ground. She blew him a kiss and quickly took off, disappearing back over the wall and into the night.Langdon exhaled, trying to clear his head, hoping to make sense of what he was about to do. With the camcorder in hand, he boarded the same golf cart he had ridden ahead that day. It had not been charged, and the battery-meter registered close to empty. Langdon drove without headlights to conserve power.He withal favored no one see him coming.At the back of the Sistine Chapel, Cardinal Mortati stood in a daze as he watched the pandemonium before him.It was a miracle one of the cardinals shouted. The work of GodYes others excl aimed. God has make His will showThe camerlegno will be our Pope another shouted. He is not a cardinal, but God has sent a miraculous signYes someone agreed. The laws of conclave are mans laws. Gods will is before us I call for a balloting immediatelyA balloting? Mortati demanded, moving toward them. I believe that is my job.Everyone turned.Mortati could sense the cardinals studying him. They seemed distant, at a loss, offended by his sobriety. Mortati longed to feel his heart swept up in the miraculous rejoicing he saw in the faces around him. But he was not. He felt an inexplicable pain in his soul an aching somberness he could not explain. He had vowed to guide these proceedings with purity of soul, and this waver was something he could not deny.My friends, Mortati said, stepping to the altar. His voice did not seem his own. I curious I will struggle for the rest of my days with the meaning of what I have witnessed tonight. And yet, what you are suggesting regarding the came rlegno it cannot possibly be Gods will.The room fell silent.How can you say that? one of the cardinals finally demanded. The camerlegno saved the church. God communicate to the camerlegno now The man survived death itself What sign do we needThe camerlegno is coming to us now, Mortati said. Let us wait. Let us hear him before we have a balloting. There may be an explanation.An explanation?As your grand Elector, I have vowed to uphold the laws of conclave. You are no doubt assured that by Holy Law the camerlegno is ineligible for election to the papacy. He is not a cardinal. He is a non-Christian priest a chamberlain. There is also the question of his inadequate age. Mortati felt the stares hardening. By even allowing a balloting, I would be requesting that you endorse a man who Vatican Law proclaims ineligible. I would be asking each of you to break a sacred oath.But what happened here tonight, someone stammered, it certainly transcends our lawsDoes it? Mortati boomed, not even knowing now where his words were coming from. Is it Gods will that we discard the rules of the church? Is it Gods will that we abandon reason and give ourselves over to frenzy?But did you not see what we saw? another challenged angrily. How can you presume to question that kind of powerMortatis voice bellowed now with a resonance he had never known. I am not questioning Gods power It is God who gave us reason and management It is God we serve by exercising prudence129In the residence hall outside the Sistine Chapel, Vittoria Vetra sat benumbed on a bench at the foot of the Royal Staircase. When she saw the figure coming through the rear door, she wondered if she were seeing another spirit. He was bandaged, limping, and wearing some kind of aesculapian suit.She stood unable to believe the vision. Ro bert?He never answered. He strode directly to her and imprisoned her in his arms. When he touch his lips to hers, it was an impulsive, longing kiss filled with thankfulness.Vittoria felt the tears coming. Oh, God oh, thank GodHe kissed her again, more passionately, and she pressed against him, losing herself in his embrace. Their bodies locked, as if they had known each other for years. She forgot the fear and pain. She closed her eyes, weightless in the moment.It is Gods will someone was yelling, his voice echoing in the Sistine Chapel. Who but the chosen one could have survived that diabolical explosion?Me, a voice reverberated from the back of the chapel.Mortati and the others turned in wonder at the bedraggled form coming up the center aisle. Mr. Langdon?Without a word, Langdon walked slowly to the drift of the chapel. Vittoria Vetra entered too. Then two guards hurried in, pushing a cart with a large television on it. Langdon waited while they plugged it in, facing the cardinals. Then Langdon motioned for the guards to leave. They did, closing the door behind them.Now it was only Langdon, Vittoria, and the cardinals. Langdon plugged the Sony RUVIs end pr oduct into the television. Then he pressed Play.The television blared to life.The scene that materialized before the cardinals revealed the Popes office. The goggle box had been awkwardly filmed, as if by hidden camera. Off center on the screen the camerlegno stood in the dimness, in front of a fire. Although he appeared to be talking directly to the camera, it quickly became evident that he was speaking to someone else whoever was making this video. Langdon told them the video was filmed by Maximilian Kohler, the director of CERN. Only an minute of arc ago Kohler had secretly recorded his meeting with the camerlegno by using a tiny camcorder covertly mounted under the arm of his wheelchair.Mortati and the cardinals watched in bewilderment. Although the conversation was already in progress, Langdon did not bother to rewind. Apparently, whatever Langdon wanted the cardinals to see was coming upda Vinci Vetra kept diaries? the camerlegno was saying. I suppose that is penny-pinchin g news for CERN. If the diaries contain his processes for creating antimatter They dont, Kohler said. You will be relieved to know those processes died with da Vinci. However, his diaries spoke of something else. You.The camerlegno looked troubled. I dont understand.They described a meeting da Vinci had last month. With you.The camerlegno hesitated, then looked toward the door. Rocher should not have granted you access without consulting me. How did you get in here?Rocher knows the truth. I called earlier and told him what you have done.What I have done? whatsoever story you told him, Rocher is a Swiss Guard and far too close-fitting to this church to believe a bitter scientist over his camerlegno.Actually, he is too faithful not to believe. He is so faithful that despite the manifest that one of his loyal guards had betrayed the church, he refused to accept it. All day long he has been searching for another explanation.So you gave him one.The truth. Shocking as it was.If Rocher believed you, he would have arrested me.No. I wouldnt let him. I offered him my silence in exchange for this meeting.The camerlegno let out an odd laugh. You plan to blackmail the church with a story that no one will possibly believe?I have no need of blackmail. I entirely want to hear the truth from your lips. Leonardo Vetra was a friend.The camerlegno said nothing. He simply stared down at Kohler.Try this, Kohler snapped. About a month ago, Leonardo Vetra contacted you requesting an urgent audience with the Pope an audience you granted because the Pope was an lifter of Leonardos work and because Leonardo said it was an emergency.The camerlegno turned to the fire. He said nothing.Leonardo came to the Vatican in great secrecy. He was betraying his daughters confidence by coming here, a fact that troubled him deeply, but he felt he had no choice. His research had left him deeply conflicted and in need of spiritual instruction from the church. In a private meeting, he told you an d the Pope that he had make a scientific discovery with profound religious implications. He had proven Genesis was physically possible, and that intense sources of energy what Vetra called God could duplicate the moment of Creation.Silence.The Pope was stunned, Kohler continued. He wanted Leonardo to go public. His Holiness thought this discovery might begin to bridge the gap between science and religion one of the Popes life dreams. Then Leonardo explained to you the downside the reason he required the churchs guidance. It seemed his Creation experiment, exactly as your Bible predicts, produced everything in pairs. Opposites. erupt and dark. Vetra found himself, in addition to creating matter, creating antimatter. Shall I go on?The camerlegno was silent. He bent down and stoked the coals.After Leonardo Vetra came here, Kohler said, you came to CERN to see his work. Leonardos diaries said you made a personal trip to his lab.The camerlegno looked up.Kohler went on. The Pope coul d not travel without attracting media attention, so he sent you. Leonardo gave you a secret tour of his lab. He showed you an antimatter annihilation the Big Bang the power of Creation. He also showed you a large specimen he kept locked away as evidence that his new process could produce antimatter on a large scale. You were in awe. You returned to Vatican City to report to the Pope what you had witnessed.The camerlegno sighed. And what is it that troubles you? That I would respect Leonardos confidentiality by guise before the world tonight that I knew nothing of antimatter?No It troubles me that Leonardo Vetra lots proved the existence of your God, and you had him murderedThe camerlegno turned now, his face uncover nothing.The only sound was the crackle of the fire.Suddenly, the camera jiggled, and Kohlers arm appeared in the course. He leaned forward, seeming to struggle with something affixed beneath his wheelchair. When he sat back down, he held a pistol out before him. T he camera wobble was a chilling one looking from behind down the continuance of the outstretched gun directly at the camerlegno.Kohler said, Confess your sins, Father. Now.The camerlegno looked startled. You will never get out of here alive.Death would be a meet relief from the misery your faith has put me through since I was a boy. Kohler held the gun with both hands now. I am giving you a choice. Confess your sins or die right now.The camerlegno glanced toward the door.Rocher is outside, Kohler challenged. He too is prepared to kill you.Rocher is a sworn protector of th Rocher let me in here. Armed. He is sickened by your lies. You have a single option. Confess to me. I have to hear it from your very lips.The camerlegno hesitated.Kohler cocked his gun. Do you really doubt I will kill you?No matter what I tell you, the camerlegno said, a man like you will never understand.Try me.The camerlegno stood still for a moment, a dominant silhouette in the dim light of the fire. When he spoke, his words echoed with a dignity more suited to the glorious relative of altruism than that of a confession.Since the beginning of time, the camerlegno said, this church has fought the enemies of God. Sometimes with words. Sometimes with swords. And we have always survived.The camerlegno radiated conviction.But the demons of the past, he continued, were demons of fire and abomination they were enemies we could fight enemies who godly fear. Yet Satan is shrewd. As time passed, he cast off his diabolical countenance for a new face the face of slight reason. Transparent and insidious, but soulless all the same. The camerlegnos voice flashed sudden provoke an almost maniacal transition. Tell me, Mr. Kohler How can the church condemn that which makes dianoetic sense to our minds How can we decry that which is now the very foundation of our nightspot Each time the church raises its voice in warning, you shout back, craft us ignorant. Paranoid. Controlling And so your evil grows. Shrouded in a becloud of self-righteous intellectualism. It spreads like a cancer. Sanctified by the miracles of its own technology. Deifying itself Until we no longer suspect you are anything but pure goodness. science has come to save us from our sickness, hunger, and pain Behold science the new God of undated miracles, omnipotent and benevolent Ignore the weapons and the chaos. Forget the fractured loneliness and endless peril. Science is here The camerlegno stepped toward the gun. But I have seen Satans face lurking I have seen the perilWhat are you talking about Vetras science practically proved the existence of your God He was your allyAlly? Science and religion are not in this together We do not seek the same God, you and I Who is your God? One of protons, masses, and particle charges? How does your God inspire? How does your God reach into the hearts of man and remind him he is accountable to a greater power Remind him that he is accountable to his fellow man Vetra was misguided. His work was not religious, it was sacrilegious Man cannot put Gods Creation in a test tube and wave it around for the world to see This does not glorify God, it demeans God The camerlegno was clawing at his body now, his voice manic.And so you had Leonardo Vetra killedFor the church For all mankind The madness of it Man is not ready to hold the power of Creation in his hands. God in a test tube? A droplet of eloquent that can vaporize an entire city? He had to be stopped The camerlegno fell abruptly silent. He looked away, back toward the fire. He seemed to be contemplating his options.Kohlers hands leveled the gun. You have confessed. You have no escape.The camerlegno laughed sadly. Dont you see. Confessing your sins is the escape. He looked toward the door. When God is on your side, you have options a man like you could never comprehend. With his words still hanging in the air, the camerlegno grabbed the neck of his cassock and violently tore it open, revealing h is bare chest.Kohler jolted, obviously startled. What are you doingThe camerlegno did not reply. He stepped backward, toward the fireplace, and removed an object from the glowing embers. lay over Kohler demanded, his gun still leveled. What are you doingWhen the camerlegno turned, he was holding a acrid brand. The Illuminati Diamond. The mans eyes looked wild suddenly. I had intended to do this all alone. His voice seethed with a feral intensity. But now I see God meant for you to be here. You are my salvation.Before Kohler could react, the camerlegno closed his eyes, arched his back, and rammed the red hot brand into the center of his own chest. His flesh hissed. Mother Mary evoke Mother Behold your son He screamed out in agony.Kohler lurched into the frame now standing awkwardly on his feet, gun wavering wildly before him.The camerlegno screamed louder, teetering in shock. He threw the brand at Kohlers feet. Then the priest collapsed on the floor, writhing in agony.What happened next was a blur.There was a great flurry onscreen as the Swiss Guard burst into the room. The soundtrack explode with gunfire. Kohler clutched his chest, blown backward, bleeding, falling into his wheelchair.No Rocher called, trying to stop his guards from firing on Kohler.The camerlegno, still writhing on the floor, rolled and pointed frantically at Rocher. IlluminatusYou bastard, Rocher yelled, running at him. You sanctimonious bas Chartrand cut him down with three bullets. Rocher slid dead crosswise the floor.Then the guards ran to the wounded camerlegno, gathering around him. As they huddled, the video caught the face of a dazed Robert Langdon, kneeling beside the wheelchair, looking at the brand. Then, the entire frame began lurching wildly. Kohler had regained consciousness and was detaching the tiny camcorder from its holder under the arm of the wheelchair. Then he tried to hand the camcorder to Langdon.G-give Kohler gasped. G-give this to the m-media.Then the screen went b lank.